Backgammon

Crazy s**t abounds                
all Circle-K style elsewhere
and right here, right now.

This is the life we                
lead with regularity,
all chaotic like.

Like cosmic drama,                
galaxies consume each
other into void.

The jungle's law must                
have been written into the
stars over our heads.

This life, the black hole                
of death, darkness, depression,
the stuff of the stars.

We are just stardust,                
made out of cosmic chance and
divine backgammon.

Mani was correct,                
Ikaruga best describes
this weird bullshit storm.

The duality                    
of light and dark, black and white
are facets of life,

irreducible                    
and immovables like rocks
in arid climates.

The toxicity                    
Hicks and Keenan rail against
is an outward sign

of the warfare the                
podium liars complain
about routinely.

We are the war dead,                
the walking soulless, zeros
eating living brains.

All because these things            
call'd God and Devil cannot
make a peace accord.

And we must suffer                 
on command, obedient
lapdogs to the end.

We are the pawns but                
chess is just another form,
Bergman's backgammon.

Or Ikaruga                    
if Bergman was Japanese,
in this century.

We live in weird times,                
but there is no Circle-K
within miles of here.

Author's Note

Probably my best work in this style.

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[Ed Hart]

your pen is well-schooled and sharp, keen to carve the varieties of human experience